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When the announcement ended, there was a folded page tucked beneath the cassette. The map was not literal; it was a poem with street names braided into metaphors: “Where pigeons sleep in the clock’s shadow, count the third loose brick. Under it, you’ll find the coin that’s older than apologies.” Bart’s fingers moved over the words as if tracing a chord he almost remembered.